I've been down this road more than twice

I did not hitch a ride with a vending machine repair man but I am high on intellectualism. All that's from a Sheryl Crow song.

First let me apologize for not writing sooner. I was on the road for over a week and therefore unable to keep up with the goal.

I spent the last week on a trip that I had done parts of several times before. It's strange how when you go down a specific road again you remember the most random things. Things you would never think about when planning or reminiscing. For instance, you pull into a gas station in Northern California because you need something wet after those treacherous mountains and realize that a year ago almost to the day you did this exact same thing in this exact same place. The reason: it was the first place to stop since Oregon. Or driving through West Texas you can do 80 miles an hour as long as it's still daylight.

These things aren't terribly important but it's fun to come to realize something like a huge cross country trip can become old hat. That's not necessarily a bad thing though. After all, every day is a winding road.